Summary: This is the sequel to my fic ICE TO BREAK, so before you read this fic, please read the previous one, so you can fully understand this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry, nor anything related to it.

I'd love to thank Shoryaku no Neko for giving me so much support and inspiration, as well as writing the main plot of this chapter. She's just awesome ^^. Even not knowing her personally she has been a great friend. Thank you !

Shoryaku no Neko has helped on the concept and creation of this story.

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Both mom and son went downstairs, when Anne turned the lights on, someone she expected never to see again was there closing the fridge; when Alex saw this guy did have his uncle's hair he automatically knew it was finally his dad.

Then his only reaction was to run and hug Vergil's legs saying "Daddy you're finally here", Anne couldn't hold him back since she was petrified.

Vergil only looked down coldly to the happy face of Alex and back to Anne's face not uttering a word.

There was Ice to Break.

Thunder in a Silent Storm

xxx Prologue xxx

The child's eyes were drowning in happiness as he finally knew this man he awaited for so long. He looked with a huge smile at his mother "Mommy dad's finally ba..."

He stopped as he saw his mother astonished, wide eyed, but not a hint of happiness on her face. I must be crazy, that's just impossible... She thought.

"Mom are you alright ?" He didn't get an answer and started feeling something was wrong. "Mom ?" He expected his parents to throw themselves at each other's arms and burst full of love. But they just stayed there, staring in disbelief for one and sternly for the other.

Then he looked up and saw the icy and frightening look his father was giving him and carefully let go of his legs. He loved this man he didn't even know and yet he could feel how dangerous and unwelcoming to this contact he was. His mother who finally got out of her trance like state ran to her son to take him backwards. The last thing she wanted was to see her son near that man; a man who never gave a damn about him. Not only him...he never gave a damn about me too;, she thought bitterly, but sadly at the same time .

"What the hell are you doing here?" Her voice resounded in the awkward silence; it was like thunder during a silent storm.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" He shot back.

"I live here now. And not as the maid anymore." He tensed when he heard those words. She mentally let go a dark chuckle. He isn't going to try to get us out, is he?

"I see, if you will excuse me, I need to rest." He was indeed covered in what looked like demon blood. Or a similar disgusting substance.

He headed upstairs and then another problem occurred to her. She knew he was going to his "little sanctuary" like Dante called it years ago. But now Vergil's former bedroom was used as Anne's and Alex's. Since Trish, Lady, Kyrie and Nero needed to sleep somewhere, all the others bedrooms were taken when she came back to Devil May Cry. So she had to take his. She dealt with it because he wasn't supposed to come back. But that statement seemed to be wrong... He wasn't supposed to be back...not now, not ever.

" If you intend to go to your previous room, just be informed that Alex and me use it to sleep now."

She saw his back flinch at her voice. He sighed deeply and turned on his heels, went back downstairs, shot them a far-to-be-friendly glance and set himself on the old couch, with his back to his new hosts, his arms crossed on his chest and fell into a silent sleep filled with disdain.

This cold behaviour obviously showed the fact that he still didn't want to be part of the family. She knew it very well by then; still it hurt her even more then all the times before. To be honest she had had hope when she first saw him closing the fridge. And now her hope was betrayed, once more. She felt the tears rush, and knew that they were going to roll down freely. She had to gain more control and she didn't want to cry in front of him, and especially not over him. She had too much pride. I can't, well I WON'T cry over him, again, I just can't...I have to be strong, if not for my sake, but for Alex's. He doesn't need anything else to worry about...I gotta be strong.

She took the child's small little hand in hers and went back upstairs. They went back to sleep, or at least tried to. Neither of them managed to fall in Morphee's arms.

I'll make him proud of me, he'll see that I'm not just a brat. He'll see that he doesn't work that hard for nothing, that whatever job he does that makes him come back all bloody we are worth it! I'll make him love me, whatever it takes... With this new determination Alex turned on his side and finally found peace, thinking all the great stuff he was finally able to do with his dad.

He didn't see the silent tears running slowly down his mother's cheeks despite all the effort she took to stop it. I can't! It's just wrong to cry over someone who abandoned me and another innocent being that he created. Even if he didn't want me, why didn't he, at least respect his son...at least give him some attention. He's such a wonderful child, he deserves someone good. If we're lucky he'll leave soon. I HAVE to be strong, I'll just ignore him. After all caring about an unreachable dream is pointless. She regained her composure while trying to convince herself. But giving up again was really painful and she knew that it was just the beginning of it.